The taxi entering the long driveway into the motel was visible from the night manager's office. Osman, on duty alone in the nearly deserted motel, was surprised to see the car and wondered who could be arriving at this time of the night. He had been bored by the lack of activity, but now his interest was aroused. He quickly slipped on his maroon blazer and stepped briskly out to meet the car now pulling to a halt outside his office. He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the young girl sitting all alone in the back seat and his blood began to pound in his temples. Even if this young innocent-looking girl was some rich man's mistress coming to wait for him here, it could prove to be an interesting evening.
When he learned from the driver that she was American and would be alone, it was all he could do to keep from showing the excitement in his face, but he maintained his calm, efficient manner.
"Good evening, Madame," he said in an obsequious voice. "Osman, at your service." He bowed deeply as he opened the door of the taxi, offering his arm to assist her. Penny deliberately ignored his gesture and stepped out of the car on her own, casting an aloof glance in his direction, which was not lost on Osman, although he swallowed his pride and kept smiling at her. There would be plenty of time for him to even the score for her completely unwarranted rejection of his attentions if he had his way.
"Madame wants a cottage to herself? With a view?" He suggested in his senile way. He knew her type very well. As long as he pretended to bow and scrape to her, she would be satisfied.
"You have a vacancy then?" she asked. "They told me in Istanbul that you were hardly ever full. I guess they were right." Secretly the young fugitive wife was wondering why the motel was not jammed with people. Even in the dark she could see that it was a magnificent place to stay. The cabins were scattered about in a pine wood overlooking the water, with a lovely view of the islands scattered in the Dardanelles below. But she knew from her reading previous to the trip that the way to treat foreigners was to keep them off-balance by being haughty and disdainful. It would never do to let them think they had the upper hand, especially if you were an American.
"I suppose that will do," the lovely blonde said as though to nobody in particular, glancing around the office they had now entered as if expecting it to be infested with vermin. "You can get my bags from the taxi."
Without another word, Osman returned to the taxi and told the driver to put the bags in cabin number fourteen. He waited outside the door until the taxi driver returned ready to leave. Reaching through the window, Osman gave the one-eyed driver five hundred lira.
"You didn't bring the Madame here, do you understand?" he whispered in a harsh voice. "She changed her mind, and you took her to the airport."
The driver smiled knowingly and stuffed the money in his pocket. He took a good look at Osman's face – this was a good thing to remember for the future. Then he slipped the car into gear and pulled away from the lights of the motel.
"If Madame will follow me?" Osman said when the taxi was gone. He led Penny with a flashlight along the pathway winding among the isolated cabins until they reached the most remote one of all. The light had been left on inside by the taxi driver and Osman held the door while she walked in and looked around.
Penny was still a little dazed from her sudden decision to leave Robert and from the dangerous trip up the winding road to the motel. She glanced into the bathroom once and wished she were already soaking in the bath.
"All right, the room will be fine," she said at length to Osman, who was waiting expectantly by the open door. "If you could bring me something warm to drink before I go to bed?"
"Of course, Madame. A hot brandy and milk?" Osman suggested. With a little special brew of my own, he added to himself.
"Yes. That'll do," Penny answered. When Osman didn't close the door and leave her alone, she became suddenly short-tempered and tried to put him in his place with her tone. "Well? What are you waiting for? Please get me the drink now!" She was exasperated. Here she was, tired and frightened and eager to be alone to think things out, and this stupid man only stood there staring at her. It was too much.
"At once, Madame," he said with a little self-deprecatory bow. "If I could please have your passport. Motel regulations require that I fill out certain forms." He smiled at the way she looked flustered and embarrassed under his insistent gaze. Then finally she seemed to understand what it was he wanted, and she dug into her purse searching for her passport. When she handed it to him with an annoyed flick of her waist, she looked coldly up at his face.
"Now will you please bring me the drink so that I can go to bed?" she intoned in a frigid voice. She didn't quite understand how, but this night manager was making her very nervous and uncomfortable and she wished he would leave.
"Thank you, Madame. It will take a moment for the brandy and milk, since the bar is closed. Excuse me," he said, maintaining his cool exterior. He knew that he was making the innocent-looking young woman uncomfortable, and he was enjoying himself. But he knew there was a lot more pleasure to come and hurried back to the office to mix up his special nightcap for young ladies who came to the motel alone.
After hiding the girl's passport, which he had no intention of registering in the guest-book, he took the sleeping powder from his private locker, and after a moment's thought, reached into the inside pocket of his sport jacket to get the tiny lump of hashish he always carried. I might as well give her some pleasant dreams as well, he chuckled to himself as he began to mix the drink. When he had heated the milk on the single burner alcohol stove, he dumped in the strong brandy and sprinkled the two powders on top. He stirred in the whitish sleeping potion and the dark brown hashish carefully, humming to himself as he thought of the promising evening he had ahead.
While Osman was gone, Penny had quickly changed into a frilly negligee she had brought especially for her wedding night and started running the bath water.
She heard the light knocking at her door, and opened it just wide enough for him to pass the tall warm glass to her. She tried to give him a scathing glance of dismissal, but the way he was staring at her partly revealed figure caught her off guard, and she hurriedly pulled the neck of her negligee close together with her free hand and looked away, closing the door almost in his face. She had never been so affronted in her whole life. His penetrating eyes had bored straight through the negligee Penny was wearing. She didn't like this night clerk and the way he looked at her. He had stripped her bare with his glances and she knew it wouldn't take much carelessness on her part to provoke him into getting out of line. She had never seen such a raw animal lust in a man's eyes before as when the night manager's locked on the cleavage showing between her firmly ripe breasts. Her hands inadvertently covered them as she trembled in repulsion at the thought of his hands touching her.
God, what a beautiful set of breasts she must have hidden under that gown, Osman thought to himself after she had closed the door in his face. He had only caught a brief glimpse of the rising swell of creamy-white flesh where her negligee had fallen open, but it was enough to start his blood pumping down in his loins. Without wasting another minute, he let himself quietly into the adjoining storeroom and pushed aside the cover of the tiny peephole he had installed long ago. Putting his eye close to the narrow opening, he could see nearly the whole interior of the bathroom and on beyond through the door to the double bed positioned directly in his line of sight. He caught a slight movement at the edge of the doorway, and he licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come. He noticed with satisfaction that she was taking a deep draught of the drink he had made as she stepped into the bathroom. Then she set the drink down on the edge of the bathtub and hummed softly and sadly to herself as she slowly slipped the negligee from her shoulders.
It was all Osman could do to keep from groaning out loud at the sight. She was facing over the bathtub directly toward him as she started to remove the flimsy garment, gradually revealing her naked young body to his gaze.
He muttered a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as her fully rounded white breasts burst into the open air of the bathroom. Then – there was nothing left. She stood before his gaze completely naked, like the Goddess Venus. He let his eyes run down over the firmly swelling curves of her body, noting with mounting excitement the wide fullness of her hips and the blonde triangle of curls up between her luscious-looking white thighs. He could just make out in her standing position the narrow pink lips of her vagina pouting tightly closed up between her long tapering legs. He felt his stiffening penis jerk up eagerly inside his pants as he watched, and he cupped his excited loins in both hands to better enjoy the pleasant aching sensations beginning to spread through his genitals. Once more he let his vision glide back up over the smooth flat belly to her breasts.
Osman's mouth watered. He could hardly wait to get his hands and mouth on those tantalizing pink nipples and to twist and churn them into the rock hardness of passion. He smiled to himself as he watched her lift the glass of milk and brandy to her lips again, wincing slightly as she made a face at the slightly odd taste the sleeping powder and hashish gave the drink. He held his breath as she looked into the glass with a puzzled expression on her face, and then relaxed again when she shrugged her bare shoulders slightly and took another long sip. Suddenly she turned her back to him and bent over to take something from the overnight bag she had placed on the floor. Small beads of perspiration broke out on Osman's upper lip as he stared directly at the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks. He could see the tiny mouth of her tightly puckered anus nestled in the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks as she leaned over, and the thin pink flanges of her cuntal slit beneath.
The spying Turk groaned and squeezed his now fully erect cock between his hands through the material of his trousers, wishing that he could ram its throbbing length up into the warm tightness of her cunt without further delay. He felt as though his bloated testicles would explode from the excruciating pressure building up inside, and it was almost with a sense of relief that he watched her turn around again and drop two pellets of bubble-bath into the water. Without waiting for the perfumed capsules to dissolve in the steaming hot water, Penny stepped over the side of the tub and sat down into the water with a long drawn-out sigh of pleasure. She leaned back with her eyes closed as if about to go to sleep, her fingers curled around the glass perched on the edge of the tub.
Soon her voluptuous young body was completely lost to Osman's sight as the many-colored bubbles began to lock together around her reclining figure, and Osman quietly let the peephole cover drop back into place. Very soon he could come back and watch her dry her body and get into bed, but first he had to make two phone calls – very important calls.
The motel night manager had called Madame Afet many times before. By now she had learned to trust his judgment. Never had he failed to deliver into her hands a girl lovely enough to bring a high price in her very specialized market. The men she supplied with nubile young women were always more than satisfied with the merchandise, even when they were extremely demanding in their tastes. Their insistence on American or English girls in their early twenties, with full but not overly mature figures, blonde hair, and blue eyes had always seemed much too narrow to Madame Afet. She didn't understand why some of the dark-haired, dark-eyed, voluptuously proportioned Turkish provincial girls wouldn't satisfy their requirements, but she had long since stopped trying to talk back to the money these men could afford to pay.
As usual, before going out to view the new prize Osman was offering her, she chose one of her most alluring clinging silk dresses. She knew that Osman was lecherous almost beyond belief, and she reasoned that she could always distract him if necessary by using her still well contoured body as a lure to his attention. Perhaps she was no longer fit to be a nightclub belly-dancer and stripper at the age of thirty-six, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror before putting on the tight dress. But she was still considered quite a delicious feast of a woman by most men. And she had never hesitated to use her bodily charms to get anything she might want.
After she was dressed and perfumed to her satisfaction, she opened the wall safe of her modern apartment in the heart of Istanbul and pulled a stack of lira notes from the metal box inside. She counted out seventy-five hundred lira, a little over five hundred American dollars, and hesitated before replacing the lid over the rest of the money. Osman had seemed very definite on the phone in saying that this girl was something really special. That meant that he was going to up the price considerably if he could possibly get by with it. After a moment's thought, Madame Afet removed another three thousand in cash and placed it with the rest of the money in her purse. He wouldn't dare ask for any more than that, no matter what the girl looked like, she thought to herself. Then she locked the safe once more and covered it with the painting of a naked woman.
She had already sent for her usual driver and he was waiting in the car downstairs when she reached the exit from her building.
"Merhaba," she said in greeting as she slid into the back seat of the long black sedan. As they pulled away from the curb, she noticed with satisfaction that her driver had not forgotten to remove the inside door handles of the roomy back seat. Since that one girl a long time ago had managed to slip out the car door, even though she was half-conscious at the time, he had never neglected to take this precaution. That one had cost him a lot of money, and he wouldn't let it happen again.
She watched the pedestrian traffic of late evening Istanbul with relish as they worked their way toward the water. She was feeling warm and grateful to all the tourist agencies of the world that kept sending her supplies of beautiful young unattached women. She was relaxed and happy as she rode along, secure in the knowledge that she would never again have to be poor – at least not so long as there were young girls out in the world on their own, and lecherous men who were willing to pay to get their sweaty hands on foreign delicacies with fair skin and hair.
Unknown to Madame Afet, Osman had at times also dealt with another person in Istanbul, a man named Nisli Bey. Nisli was rich enough to be able to pay sometimes almost double the price Madame Afet could, provided the girl was his type. His taste seemed to go through phases, however, and Osman could never be sure he would want the offered victim. Nisli always broke in the young women himself before selling them to isolated mountain chieftains, and it was therefore his own taste that mattered, not the demands they might make.
This was the first time that Osman had called them both for the same girl, but he had two things in mind: First, he thought they might bargain with each other and give him a better price than he might otherwise get; and second, he wanted to be sure to get the delectable young blonde out of the motel before the morning help came on duty. He had had a couple of close calls before, trying to hide girls from view all day, and he knew he would be running a risk in failing to report her in the register this time. It might mean his job if it were found out, and he had too good a set-up where he was to want to lose it.
As the scheming night manager hung up the telephone after the second call, the one to Nisli Bey, he glanced at his watch and estimated that it would be at least two hours before either of the interested parties could arrive. He greedily licked his lips and walked hurriedly back toward the cabin where the American beauty should just about be finished with her bath. He hoped that she had also finished drinking the special potion he had given her – then he would be able to do what he wanted with her before Afet and Nisli showed up.
Once more lifting the cover from the peephole and looking into the room where Penny was in fact now finishing her bath, he leaned forward, his breath coming in short gasps as he saw her carefully toweling her naked body before the mirror. She rubbed the rough-textured material a last time over her burstingly full breasts and down along the insides of her shapely thighs, seeming to shiver slightly when the terry-cloth came into contact with the sensitive pink mouth of her pussy; then she hung the towel on the back of the door. She turned out the light in the bathroom and walked out of Osman's view into the other room. He could hear her digging in her suitcase for something, and then, before long, she crossed into his line of vision again.
Penny had put on a filmy nightgown that covered her firm luscious body only down to the tops of her full supple thighs. She was carrying the nearly empty glass Osman had prepared for her, and she turned it up in the air to drain the last bitter-sweet dregs into her mouth. Then she sat down on the bed and lay back, her feet facing directly at the peephole where the lustful voyeur was standing. The thin nylon gown snaked its way up over the white flat plane of her belly, exposing the soft blonde silkiness at the junction of her slightly spread legs. Seeing the tempting pink slit up between the sparse curls, he could hardly wait to part the velvety folds with his fingers when he would later sneak into her room.
Osman's bulging eyes followed the sinuous contours of her hips up over the rising and falling rib cage to the creamy white mounds of her breasts. They were set slightly close together and, through the thin covering of her nightgown, he could see the little buds of her taut pink nipples. Penny stretched languidly on the bed, revealing even more to his staring eyes the enticing treasure up between her long tapering legs. Then she rolled onto her stomach, her well-rounded buttocks clenching involuntarily as she stretched out one arm to turn off the light in the room. For a moment it was almost pitch black, and then Osman could see that she had opened the blinds to let in the moonlight. In the soft glow coming through the window he could see her once more roll over onto her back as she prepared her body for sleep. She had one leg stretched straight out, pointing at the foot of the bed, and the other was bent to the side and up, leaving the wide open "vee" up between her thighs fully exposed to his gaze. Then, finally, she seemed to fall asleep.
Osman waited patiently. His potion had never failed him before. Not only would she sleep so soundly that she would never fully wake up before at least eight hours had passed, but she would have erotic dreams that would make it even more interesting for him.
He would show this proud American bitch a thing or two, this blonde beauty who felt she was so superior that she could dismiss him as so much dirt when he tried to be friendly and helpful and polite. He clenched his fist passionately as he saw her squirm around on the bed in her drowsiness. It was light enough in the room that he could see her slim form stretched sensuously along the length of the bed. Her thighs had fallen apart a little more now and he could easily make out the wisping curls that covered the mound of her lower belly and the tender lips of the gaping slit beneath. He lustfully ran his tongue over his teeth as he fingered the master key in his pocket. He would have to wait a few more minutes. His body was soaked in perspiration now from the very thought of that haughty young bitch squirming in helpless surrender beneath his excited body. He listened to the almost imperceptible ticking of the watch on his wrist, until finally he could stand it no longer.
He returned to the breezeway outside the cabin, carefully tiptoeing to the door of the runaway blonde's room and fitting the key quietly in the door. He opened it slowly, pushing his head into the darkened room, listening for any sounds. There was none, except the soft breathing of the motionless form on the bed. He closed the door silently behind him, locking it to insure that no one would disturb them. He looked intently through the semi-darkness of the room. The head of the sleeping girl was facing up at the ceiling, her eyes shut tight as if in a deep hard sleep, yet she moved slightly from time to time as though troublesome dreams were entering her head from the mysterious other world she had entered.
Osman moved cat-like around the foot of the bed, not taking his eyes from the reclining figure sprawled back limply on it. She had drawn her bent knee up still higher on the bed till it was even with her hip, the smooth white flesh of the inner thigh gleaming faintly in the dim moonlight. The soft blonde hairs covering the pinkly exposed lips of her vagina were plainly visible to his squinting eyes as they adjusted to the weak light in the room.
He involuntarily drew in his breath with a sharp hissing sound. He had screwed many young, lovely women on this same bed, but never an American and never a woman so innocent and pure as this one. Never one so proud and deliciously alluring. He would never enjoy humiliating anyone so much as this virginal young thing slowly sinking into a heavy drugged sleep.
The thought of helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming from those sensual lips goaded his thickening penis into rock-hardness. He could feel the hot blood throbbing painfully into its swollen head, where tiny droplets of white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitively aching tip and smear wetly against his tense belly. Silently he unbuttoned the fly of his trousers and let his heavily pulsing cock burst free of all restraints, slightly easing the pain building in his cum-laden testicles below.
He slowly massaged the thick heavy foreskin back and forth over the throbbing cock-head as he edged his way around the bed toward the now helpless blonde bride lying before him. The drug had done its work well. The hard rod of flesh in his hand was jerking eagerly as he pictured ramming it up between those wide-open thighs, burying its thick head far up inside her haughty little belly.
Osman removed the maroon blazer he was wearing, then loosened his belt and let his pants drop heavily to the floor. His hardness stood out fully exposed, his bold menacing erection pointing out over the spread-eagled body on the bed beneath. He slowly unbuttoned his slightly dirty, sweaty shirt and threw it without looking into a chair in the corner of the room. He left his shoes and socks on in case Afet and Nisli came and he had to get dressed in a hurry, but he hoped he wouldn't have to leave this delicious young bitch until he had drained them both dry of every ounce of strength in their bodies.
He stood for a moment longer over her motionless body, stroking himself into a rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white-hot spurts at any moment. He considered for a moment going ahead, for it would give him great pleasure to cum over her sleeping face and molded white breasts below. But he decided to wait for a future opportunity.
The lewdly incited Turk couldn't resist forcing one indignity on her, however, before he fucked her in the cunt. He would be risking an orgasm before he had done everything he wanted to do, but he just had to see those moistly parted sensual lips close around his thick shaft, if only for a moment. He kneeled down on the edge of the bed and turned her head gently toward his throbbingly erect penis.
Then his pulse quickened when the sleeping blonde unknowingly moved her hand to search down over her flat white belly. She pulled her knees up until only her toes touched the mattress. Finally her hand found the opening of her soft, down-covered pussy and she gently fingered the moistening slit up between her thighs. Then she stretched her long tapering legs out flat on the bed, and, arching the muscles of her back, she lifted her tightly clenched buttocks off the bedspread, leaving her upthrust vaginal furrow nakedly exposed to the mercy of his gaze. Osman breathed heavily above her as her fingers slowly spread the delicate hair-lined lips until the wet inner folds were pinkly visible to the lewd hunger in his eyes.
As the small mouth-like orifice eagerly opened to accept the young bride's own probing fingers, Osman gasped out loud in his rising passion. The drugged woman slowly inserted her extended middle finger up into the soft velvety cuntal folds, at the same time stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris into a quivering hardness. He was hypnotized by the lewdness of the sight as the aroused blonde increased the sensual movements of her body on the bed. She began slipping her finger smoothly in and out between the glistening wet walls of her cunt, her legs suddenly jackknifing up again, her knees tight against her flattened breasts, her creamy rounded buttocks rising and falling in rhythm to her stroking finger. A gentle purr-like moan of unconscious pleasure floated up from her moistly parted lips – until Osman could stand it no longer.
Her mouth was still only a scant few inches away from his erectly expanded penis, and he pushed his hips slowly forward toward her sideways-turned face, placing the wet sticky cock-head in the warm crevice formed by her passion-parted lips. He placed one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly outward until the heavy bulbous cock dropped in between her stretched lips and rested lightly against her teeth, the soft flesh of her mouth forming a heated furrow along its throbbing length. He slowly flexed his hips back and forth, several small droplets of clear cum-fluid seeping from the end of his pulsing glans to mingle with the warm saliva forming inside her burning oral cavern. He could feel the hot air from her slightly flaring nostrils flowing excitingly against his rigid member as she breathed in breathless, heaving gasps.
In a sidelong glance Osman could see her still shoving her middle finger up into the gradually widening opening of her cunt. God, he could easily shoot his hot stream into her virginal young throat right now just looking at the obscene manipulations. He thought of what it would be like to see her Adam's apple bobbing in her throat as she unwillingly swallowed his fiery load of cum, but he decided against it.
The wildly excited Turk reached one hand down to the hem of the drugged blonde's flimsy negligee, sliding it slowly up her sleek milk-white belly, then on over the gleaming swell of her breasts, until her whole naked torso was exposed to his view. Although he had seen her unclothed body through the peephole, it hadn't excited him nearly as much as having her here now, spread helplessly beneath him where he could touch and fondle her to his heart's content.
With the thumb and forefinger of one hand he reached down and squeezed her soft lips tighter around his hotly throbbing penis, continuing the even stroking motion he was now making into her mouth. The other hand moved over her magnificent ripe breasts, tweaking the little pink nipples alternately between his fingers until he could feel them leaping into eager hardness in response to his touch.
The semi-conscious young woman shifted slightly on the bed beneath him, moaning softly as though she were gradually becoming aware of his presence. He held himself still, grasping his achingly hard cock, afraid for a moment that his drug-potion had not done its work completely. His heavy pulsating shaft slipped lightly from between her parted wet lips, leaving a few almost invisible threads of sticky cock-lubricant trailing behind it.
"Oh, Robert, my darling husband," she mumbled thickly through the mind-numbing effects of the drugs. "We've waited for so long. Come to me my darling. Please…"
The bride of only a day had become dimly aware of the maddening waves of sensation coursing through her veins and, in her drugged condition, thought she had seen the shadowy movement of her husband in the room. She was totally unaware that she was half-dreaming, and that her erotic feelings were being caused not by her love for her husband, but by the hashish and sleeping potion in the milk and brandy she had drunk. She knew only that it felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her troubled mind and that now things would be all right between them. Robert would be considerate of her feelings now and would take her as she had always dreamed he would. She could feel her blood stirring hotly deep within her belly, and she knew she wouldn't fail him this time.
Osman smiled to himself above her. The mixture had worked its strange magic as it always had before.
The little bitch thinks I'm her husband, he grinned lewdly to himself. He remembered that her passport identified her as a single American girl of twenty-two years, which meant that she must have been married only recently to this Robert. Perhaps they had never even fucked yet. The thought that she might still be an innocent, untried virgin made his thick expanded cock jerk wildly in his hand, and he stroked the throbbing rod slowly, running his free hand lightly over the full enticing mounds of her breasts and down over her quivering white belly to the mysterious blonde pubic triangle below. Gently he shoved her manipulating hand away from her moistly responding cunt, thrusting his own extended middle finger into the ready and waiting wetness inside.
"Ohhh, darling, darling. Be gentle," the girl droned on beneath him. "I'll make you so happy, Robert. Please be gentle."
Penny was dreaming on, her body now becoming alert to the magic caresses turning her tingling body into a hot vessel of passionate desire. Tiny thrilling goosebumps dotted the whiteness of her druggedly sensitive skin while hot flashes of sheer unadulterated lust shot up through her widespread loins.
God, how she wanted him! Her body ached and burned to be touched gently and with understanding as he was doing it now.
The new bride pushed from her thoughts the insensitive rape her young husband had subjected her to in the hotel earlier that night. She just wanted to make up for all the time she had denied him and herself the natural ways of merging their bodies into one. She felt as though she wanted him to climb right up inside her, to possess her, to still the thunder and hot lightning that was building up deep, deep inside from the ministrations of his maddening fingertips playing softly over her defenseless nakedness.
Perhaps he would understand her now, understand that she herself had suffered as much as he had while they were waiting – that she had wanted him badly too. Now it was different, she was thinking in her dreamy drug-induced state; they were here together alone, and now they were married and completely free to give each other all that they had to give.
In a mental haze, she passed her tongue slowly over her moist lips, savoring the pungent taste of aroused cock still clinging to them. It did strange things to her – the odor and taste coursing through her entire being like a love potion, lighting little fires in her turgidly erect nipples and causing a throbbing in the nerve ends deep up in her warm throbbing vagina. She writhed and twisted her body on the bed, groaning softly up into the dimly-lighted room. She could feel tiny dewdrops of moisture gathering down there between her legs as her nakedly palpitating pussy lips began a slow spasmodic contracting, clasping wetly together up between her quivering thighs.
Osman grinned, his greedy dark eyes feasting lewdly on her unconsciously squirming nakedness.
Gently he pulled his finger from her cunt and moved his knees on the bed, crouching on all fours over her undulating young body, pushing her unresisting milk-white thighs wider apart. Then he crawled up between them, his knees pressed outward against her ankles and his face panting a few inches above the openly spread pinkness of her loins. He passed his tongue hungrily over his lips as his eyes bored down at her gleaming pussy rotating sensuously and expectantly just below his extending tongue. He could see her moist juices glistening in the tiny pink opening of her vagina, slowly seeping and spreading down the full length of the delicious narrow valley of tender young pussy-flesh. Her flowing love-juices trailed on down between the rounded cheeks of her buttocks pressed tightly into the mattress below.
Through half-closed eyes, the drugged young blonde could see her husband's face, dimly visible as he leaned down between her widespread legs. She could feel the flat open palms of his hands pressing outward against her sensitive inner thighs, forcing them even farther apart. Her most secret treasure was offered up to him to use as he wished, and she held her breath as he lowered his face closer and closer and then suddenly – she felt the first searing contact!
The lustful Turk's hot probing tongue lashed out lightly over her quiveringly erect clitoris.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, shuddering from the electrifying pressure of tongue on pussy-flesh, her whole body jerking wildly up at him, as his warm moist lips closed hungrily over the entire quaking mound at the base of her belly. His face was lost to her view, buried in the fine blonde fleece, and she closed her eyes tightly again to enjoy the wet tickling kisses he was planting in the tenderly shuddering furrow, his moist tongue flicking serpent-like at the dilated opening of her cunt.
Her hands slipped sensuously down over the quivering swells of her breasts and brushed over the smooth plane of her shivering belly, coming to rest at her loins, on either side of Osman's avidly sucking lips. Her fingers stroked gently for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, tracing the hot flashing sensations coursing through her tender skin, and then she salaciously spread the fleshy outer folds of her pussy farther apart to give his devouring lips fuller access to her hotly throbbing inner crevice.
The night manager's wetly searing tongue shot out again and again, its flicking tip circling the erected clitoris while his lips sucked ravenously, drawing the warm slippery pussy-walls into the steaming hot cavern of his mouth. His sharp teeth nibbled playfully at the pink outer flanges as his tongue darted in and out of the succulent cuntal mouth. Then suddenly his teeth closed lightly around the turgid nub of her clitoris tugging at it as though he wanted to bite it off, his greedily pointed tongue darting repeatedly over its rigid tip.
The defenseless young wife groaned huskily as the hot probing wetness licked against the straining pink bud and she bucked her loins tighter up against his face. Slowly he let her tiny clitoris slip out from between his teeth and began laving his saliva-soaked tongue up and down the length of her desire-moistened pussy-slit. Starting at the lower belly and slithering its way over the elastic-rimmed opening of her wetly clasping vagina, the questing tongue slipped down, down into the crevice of her clenching buttocks, probing in heated search of the tight puckered anus below. Her hips were now grinding impatiently down into the squeaking bed while soft mewling animal sounds escaped from between her clenched teeth.
Osman worked hungrily up and down her pussy, feeling the curly wet pubic hair brushing teasingly against his cheeks. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to have such a proud innocent bitch squirming under his tongue and moaning for more. Her groans drove his tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the steaming wet valley of her loins. He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to ram it to her – and she was almost there. He had never seen anything like it, never seen anyone so hot for it, even with the potion. She obviously needed fucking really bad, and she would get exactly what she wanted – this was just the beginning.
The incredulous Turk knew the drugged young bride was too far gone now to fight anything he wanted to do to her and his mind began to form weird erotic pictures of the positions he could put her in and the things he could do at will to her thrashing desire-wracked young body.
He chuckled lewdly as he felt her hands begin desperately clawing at his greasy black head of hair, guiding his face tighter against the palpitating opening of her cunt. Again and again, he ran his tongue into the soft hair-rimmed furrow, flicking at the hungrily clutching cuntal mouth for a moment, and then quickly withdrawing to tease again around the hot throbbing edges of her pussy-slit.
He let her force his mouth down still more firmly over the tight little opening to her wetly clasping vagina. As his eagerly sucking lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue deep up into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the defenseless young woman as her soft warm thighs closed convulsively around the sides of his bobbing face. He could feel the wet cuntal flesh slip moistly around his hotly extended tongue as the walls of her vagina opened and closed in a greedy clutching motion attempting to pull the invading instrument in deeper and deeper. It felt as though the nibbling voracious mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive.
She snaked her legs around his body and pushed her heels down against his back, pressing his face into the velvety trap until he could barely breathe, his nose smashed tight against the tiny hard clitoris above. He breathed in the sweet pungent odor of her vaginal secretions, now flowing in abundance from her cunt, the aroma inciting his penis to a hardness he could no longer control. He had to fuck this little bitch soon or he would explode his load of cum all over the mattress!
The only half-conscious Penny was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips desperately upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. Robert had become like a God to her. She had never expected it could be like this, that her husband could bring such glorious sensual feelings to her inexperienced body.
Her love for him incited her further as her up-drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was gluttonously licking at her flame-seared pussy below. The tendons of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his bobbing head.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhh, gooood!" she moaned, splaying her legs out wider and wider to give him easier access to her wildly throbbing loins.
The lust-crazed Turk could stand it no longer. He grabbed the hallucinating bride's flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up over her sweat-soaked body at the same time. His rigidly jerking cock brushed against her wet prickling pubic hair as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locking tightly behind his neck. He could look down between their bodies and see her upturned ass-cheeks and expanded cuntal slit, visibly fluttering just inches from his painfully throbbing cock.
Osman grinned obscenely above her as he edged his quivering penis slowly forward, watching its broad tip nuzzle into the pink moist flower of her eagerly waiting cunt. He stopped when the tip was firmly set in place, ready to slip forward and impale her at the first lunge he would make with his hips. He could feel her straining upward to take it in her, her hotly palpitating cuntal flanges writhing against him, sending waves of unbearable pleasure all the way from his bloated glans down the rigid cock-shaft into his aching balls hanging heavily below. He let her beg with her cunt a moment longer, poised above her like a bird of prey just waiting for the right instant to swoop down and spear her – then he drew back slightly for the first thrusting drive up into her quaking white belly.
At that moment, he heard the unmistakable sound of tires crunching in the gravel of the driveway outside the cabins.
"Damn!" he cursed out loud.
He had put off the exquisite moment he had been waiting for one minute too long. It didn't seem possible that so much time had passed, but it must have. He hovered above her a little longer, considering going ahead and shoving forward into the squirming hot cunt clutching at his pulsating shaft – but he wanted to carry it to full humiliating completion when he did.
Cursing again under his breath as he gazed from above down at the uncomprehending young wife, he disentangled himself from her encircling arms and legs and climbed hurriedly down off the bed.
"Don't worry, little hot bitch. I'll fuck you later till you can't walk," he growled down at her undulating, unsatiated body. It only took him a split second to slip his clothes back on again, and then he let himself out of the room, taking care to lock the door securely from the outside so that the desperate blonde wife would not be able to get away. He left the key in the lock, hoping to return quickly and finish what he had started.
Penny thrashed and moaned on the bed, unable to comprehend what was happening. Had she somehow made Robert angry with her again? Didn't he understand that this time she was ready for whatever he wanted to do to her? She moaned out her frustration, clamping her thighs tightly together. She was willing to give him any kind of pleasure, if only he would put his exciting hardness into her now and drown the gnawing fire that raged out of control in her vagina.
The hopelessly confused young wife opened her drug-fogged eyes and glanced searchingly around the dim moonlit room, groaning again in unsatisfied passion, when she found no sign of her husband. Finally, in desperation, she thrust her hands back down into the steaming hotness of her loins, slipping her fingers lewdly along the moist pussy-slit. It relieved the aching urgency a little, and she began to stroke her extended fingers back and forth along the quivering vaginal mouth, driving her excitement to even greater heights. She found her hard-nubbed clitoris with the fingers of one hand and massaged the throbbing little bud in frenzied need, the other hand becoming soaking wet as it plunged into her moistly expanded cunt and established a wild fucking rhythm. She groaned again and again, in frustrated memory of the hard fleshy rod that had been so near to quenching the fires of love "Robert" had ignited inside her.